A couple of nights ago I was driving back from watching a film (Battles of the Sexes) at the Arts Centre and was almost home when one of these beautiful creatures ran across the road in front of me, jumped a wall and headed down towards Blindman’s Wood (a very small piece of private woodland sandwiched between the estate out house is on and one of the largest road junctions in Plymouth):
I think foxes are quite possibly my favourite wild animal. I haven’t seen them that many times – I recall one occasion when I was probably about 10 in fields on the Somerset Levels, another time a few years ago in a field near Minehead and the previous most recent sighting, very early one morning in the very same road that I saw my recent sighting. That one stood in the road and looked straight at me as I slowed the car so I got a really good view of it, unlike Friday’s one which was clearly in a hurry to get to wherever it was going.
Today I have driven just over 300 miles from Plymouth to Southampton and back and saw ANOTHER four foxes. Four in one day! But sadly all of today’s foxes were dead ones, littering the roads; collateral damage from the human desire to rush around at top speed all the time. Heartbreaking.
Tim O'Hare 